32 raindrops smacked my truck’s windshield yesterday as I drove home from Helena. Okay, I will admit that I did not actually count the drops one by one. But I think 32 is a pretty good estimate.
I am not sure if 32 raindrops qualifies me to say that I drove through a rainstorm. Just the same, 32 raindrops resides in something of a sweet spot for annoyance. That is not a number you can ignore.
32 is a trigger.
After the 32nd drop hit the windshield, I flicked on my windshield wipers—anticipating full-fledged rain to follow. As my wiper blades swept across the glass, the 32 raindrops merged with the assortment of bugs mashed on my windshield and created two giant Picasso-like smears across my view. The cleansing rain I anticipated to follow never came.
The smears remained.
Now, ask me if I had windshield wiper fluid in my truck’s reservoir to squirt the mess away.